I moved in with Dan 2 weeks later. I had a job and stayed clean just long enough to get my father to sign over the forrunner for the cash I came up with. Suprislingly, my new place was really clean. Dan may have been an addict , but he was still a Marine. Everything had its place. His bed made just as welk as it's supposed to be in boot camp. I on the other hand had barley any trace of the Corps in me except my hair cut. High and tight fit me well. Making my bed? Not if I don't have to. Being an outstanding citizen? I had integrity left so as ling as I put on a good public face ; I was ok with the scumbag I had become. I almost fully accepted it until I met others that were far off and gone. I wasn't there yet. I said yet. My Obama phone went off with a text. It was Tony and he needed a ride. Im not gonna lie I thought about killing him for a minute or two. He needed someone to drive him around so he could make his deliveries. He offered fifty dollars for two hours. One hundred if we went over three. That was it. That was the chance I needed. Let him do his business...